It was a morning like any other. I woke at 6:30 and got some tunes playing by plugging my kindle into some speakers I had borrowed from Pure. I sang as I prepared to leave for my morning yoga class, then set off biking to the gym, enjoying another morning in Granada. I returned to la casa around 11 am, and was perplexed when my key wouldn’t turn in the lock of the front door. I tried and tried, as I find that the humidity here often makes locks stick. Finally, I gave up and asked the security guard next door if he would let me in so I could hop the fence dividing our houses. He told me that las muchachas who clean the house were also unable to open the door one hour prior. He let me and my bike into the home he was guarding and showed me where the fence was loose and it was possible to shimmy behind it instead of climbing over it, thus avoiding the electrified barbed wire. (Daunting even with the electric turned off!)
“I’ll meet you in front with your bike,” he told me in Spanish. I then struggled with the padlock on the other side of the gate to the patio I entered from, and was finally able to enter the rest of my home. The first thing I noticed was pillows on the table. How odd. Continue reading “Compassion and Release”